As soon as the door's clicked behind Daniels, Davis rounds on Burrell: "Motherfucker, you need to put his ass on a foot post so far out in the sticks that he's gonna see the Philadelphia cops walking towards him." He threatens Burrell by namedropping everyone else that will turn on him if Burrell doesn't kiss up to Davis, like the mayor, the city caucus, the state central committee. GOD, NOT THE STATE CENTRAL COMMITTEE! "And right now, you got your hand in our pocket." Burrell's scowl turns his face so far in on itself that I think his cheeks might actually be poking out the back of his head.
Detail office. Herc is up on a desk, obnoxiously celebrating having passed the sergeant's exam. He does a whole little "Eighteen, baby!" dance, which...he was ranked eighteenth? He only missed eighteen? He beat Carver's thirty-seven, anyway, and gloats that Carver's going to have to "kiss the stripes." He struts off, and Lester muses, "Sergeant Hauk." "God help us," smirks Daniels. Eh, don't worry, guys. It won't last. A phone rings, and Daniels picks it up to hear the state trooper he'd been talking to earlier; he's been to Wallace's grandma's house, but she said he's been gone two days, which Daniels repeats to Lester. Daniels can't even muster the will to curse as he thanks the trooper and hangs up.
Courtyard. Bodie confirms with a couple of dudes that there hasn't been a re-up in the Towers, either, and then he looks down the way and sees Stringer's ominous black SUV rolling up. Bodie heads over and hops in the back seat with an avuncular Stringer, who kindly asks how he's doing. "Same old same old," offers Bodie. Pleasantries concluded, Stringer gets down to business: "What's up with that boy?" Bodie shrugs: "He just a punk, that's all." He adds that D'Angelo put Wallace back on the count. "Oh, word?" says Stringer casually. "I heard he was out the game." Bodie says that he was, but that he's back now. Stringer asks where he was, and Bodie says he was at "his granny house." Stringer seems to think that's either a really clever cover story, or a really dumb one, and comments that he heard Wallace "damn near shit his pants when he saw what happened to Omar's bitch." Bodie, smiling fondly, says that Wallace just "ain't built for this": "His heart pump Kool-Aid." "Right," says Stringer dismissively. "What about you? You built for this shit?" Trying to look hard, but taking a wrong turn at "puppy," Bodie replies, "No doubt." Stringer nods: "You ready to put the work in?" Bodie nods. "You got heat?" Bodie drops a hand into his lap to show off his piece (...uh, I assume), and Stringer smiles, dismissing him: "All right, soldier." Bodie ambles off, smiling. Stringer watches him go, wondering if he really is Junior VP material.